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Sora had indeed noticed. She made a strong effort to be anywhere else if Bronco was about.

Her feelings on the matter were complicated and impossible to put into words, or even to comprehend. She wasn't stupid enough to think Bronco and Teya were just friends. She knew how Maia and Eljay acted together. She knew this was not just some friendship.

Sora felt certain Reyes was never coming home — she was sure that it was her fault, somehow — but the little girl inside her heart held out hope that her daddy would return and things would go back to normal. Some semblance of normal, anyway. Normal without the fighting. Now Teya was tearing that fantasy apart, and she did not know whether to feel betrayed or angry or scared to death.

She began to avoid Teya, too, spending more time with Bridget, Jay, Chickadee. Anyone but her mom and Bronco.

She could not avoid her forever and always, though, and she thought she was clever enough to not let on about it even when it was obvious. She had gone from clingy to scarce in a matter of weeks. Anyone with eyeballs would see it. Nevertheless, when Teya came looking for her, she found her, and Sora greeted her with a quiet, hi, mama, that was warm despite the snakes writhing in her belly.

She loved Teya dearly.

Even though she was replacing Reyes.

Even though she would inevitably replace Sora.

She hated everything that was happening and wanted to run, run, run.